Blind Threats (Feat. Raekwon)

Right, uh, uh same shit every day, homie Lord please forgive me for all my sins Yeah, nigga wake up to the same shit everyday, homie Walk through the valley of the shadow of death No rules, right Washing my sins off in hell's water Feel like the Bible told me lies as I pray to 'em Kneel down, put my faith in 'em, will you answer me But if God won't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way Uh, four corners, cat and mouse chase, got cheese to catch High on on some drug, I'm Space Cadet Dreaming I don't live up on the block no more Trapping trying to make it out this obstacle Life on the edge, hell a block away Pretty Snow White turned eight today Selling that base, no Dr Dre Uh, guess who in the building Bucket hat with a strap like the pilgrim uh Kneeling down with some questions to address like Why the ones who commit the worst sins live the best The 10 commandments, I can mark five checks But I sense flaws, the Bible preaching blind threats Streets held me down, got faith in a Pyrex Faith in a four five, I call it the clarinet Sewer full of drugs when the toilet digests from the cop raid All can relate, from the streets to the wall from niggas to compadres When the sun go down, I'm predictin' a heatwave, forecast your whole body Heat on, room full of homi's, I just pray that the Lord got me Uh but if God don't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way Mic check, mic check, mic check, La la, la la, la low, la la, la la low But if God won't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way Aim that, shoot that, pledge allegiance Kill mine, kill yours, make it even Soul need saving, Mr Preacher I know I only come around when it's Easter Funerals, Thanksgiving, Christmas time When I'm in jail or when my card declined Uh, will you answer me Take me out of Hell and make plans for me Misery loves company, ain't a surprise It was just me and my niggas, we was trying to survive But we would never make it out alive Shit we living to die, oxymoron Hope to get to heaven 'til that day arrive Running through the ally, hope the bullet don't collide Car window shattered, glass on my right side Dogs bark in the backyard, rootin' for me Out of shape belly, courtesy of 40 Spoiled only child, baby boy Jody Same jacket on from back in the day Praying that the Lord come and take me away Uh but if God don't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way Mic check, mic check, mic check, La la, la la, la low, la la, la la low But if God won't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way Ey yo tuna fish sandwiches bread, dry snaking Black Lincoln, burgundy Mac, I clap a king pin Caught me in the airport gust that I was thinkin' On how to stay rich and get bills with my acquaintances Yeah, money is the issue, I diss you It's no problem at all, yo, the bunch on the pistol 'Cause I'm a suit case king Cooling at the gambling spot with a screwed face grin No wage bet, we stay winning, play it again, yo Put the bone in your jaw, now say it again Round knife, fork, under the tents, coming to rents Get out the way or let the shotty dispense Revenge killers who make the events iller This is more realer, snatch you right up out of the Benz The Wu wheelers who huddle up, coupes knows the truth You know the woopty woop, solo or group I kill niggas